Santa Rosa Rita

My little Santa Rosa Rita
 Wore high heels on her feet
 A ring on every finger and a couple on her toes
 Well, she told me where to meet her
 And then my Santa Rosa Rita
 Showed me a thing or two I did not know
 Like how to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
 Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down
 Spin around again and never lose the beat
 Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
 Well, you really gotta meet her
 She's my Santa Rosa Rita
 My little Santa Rosa Rita
 Sure turns up the heat
 A little hotter when the music starts to sway
 And there ain't nobody sweeter
 Than my Santa Rosa Rita
 To hold and listen to the music play
 I love to swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
 Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down
 Spin around again, never lose the beat
 Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
 Well, you just can't beat her
 She's my Santa Rosa Rita, yeah
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 I wish I had not agreed to let my Santa Rosa Rita
 Share a dance with anyone but me
 But the gentleman insisted and I had not resisted
 Now Santa Rosa's just a memory
 But I can swing a pretty thing to a rockin' sound
 Dip her on my hip, let her hair hang down
 Spin around again and never lose the beat
 Toss her up and catch her right between my feet
 Well, you really gotta meet her
 She's my Santa Rosa Rita
 Well, I guess I could keep her
 She's my Santa Rosa Rita